Neville may not have a life, but he most certainly has fantasies. He needs to get laid. NevilleHarry by principle, but a little NevilleDraco. Rated M for fantasy sex. NOTE:for some reason this story is not showing up, if you know why, please message me DX

First Neville fic!
Please review, I'm hoping it's good. I don't own harry potter,
if I did, all the boys would be naked 24/7 :D

Neville remembered his
first kiss very well. He'd been walking down the hall, minding his
own business, when he was slammed up against the wall. He felt hands
go around his waist and breath in his ear, and then Malfoy's
unmistakable voice said "ever kissed a bloke, Longbottom?"

Then his first kiss was
stolen from him, and he instantly realized why so many people liked
Malfoy despite him being such a git.

Draco Malfoy was a
kissing god.

So, by extension, he
supposed he would be a sex god too, and this made sense. He could
never be sure, but the lude way Malfoy had looked at him every time
they passed in the halls since that day made Neville very sure of one
thing: he was very, very gay.

Neville had never
wanked much; it made him feel self-conscious and dirty. But when he
did, it was of Malfoy. It amazed him, actually, but he was always on
top. Some sort of alternate reality, he supposed, but he loved to
imagine himself dominating the blonde, making him beg for it.

He would finish up
feeling very self righteous, and powerful. Feelings that quickly
faded when he realized he was just in his four-poster, wanking to the
image of a stupid git who'd kissed him once for a laugh.

That is why he one day
decided he wasn't going to wank to thoughts of Malfoy anymore. He
quickly realized that that wasn't going to happen as easily as
that. Just stopping wasn't going to work, being seventeen and just
stopping wanking does not work. There were
really only two options:

Option 1) He approaches
Malfoy, and of course being the insecure person he is, asks him very
nervously and mildly politely for sex. If Malfoy laughs in his face,
he's back to wanking. If Malfoy agrees, he will agree only to being
on top, because Neville is Neville, and no one wants to be dominated
by Neville. So he'd still be having the occasional wanking fantasy
of Malfoy either way.

Option 2) He finds
someone who will let him dominate them, or at least let him be on top
some of the time, and thus can get rid of sweet memories of hallway
kisses with blonde jerks.

But seeing as both of
these seemed quite dangerous to Neville's fragile self-esteem, he
could do nothing but dream of the possibilities of freedom. It became
his ritual, after every Malfoy-wank, he would perform a cleaning
charm (which he was getting quite good at) and imagine the
possibilities of what those lonely nights could become.

It had been almost
three months since that kiss.

During one of these
after-fantasy-fantasy sessions, Neville finally truly decided to take
some real action. Option 1 was out of the question, he was screwed
either way …so to speak…

Option 2, however
unlikely, still had some potential. Perhaps with some good manners
and a lot of luck, Neville might be able to find himself a boyfriend.
Hell, maybe even a girlfriend, he was desperate here. Ginny was out
of the question, seeing as she was a long-term love interest of
Harry's, and besides knew he was gay. If he started trying to sleep
with her, she'd laugh in his face louder than Malfoy. Luna too, she
was a tad to alarming for him, probably nowhere near easy, and
besides, he kind of thought she might be a lesbian. He didn't even
have to explain to himself why Hermione was out of the question.

So, boyfriend it was.

Coming out is a
horrifying prospect even in the wizarding world, where gay marriage
is legal and new magical procedures allow for the somewhat
controversial male pregnancies. But Neville knew that the only way to
have any kind of a chance was to put himself out on the market. The
more people who knew he was looking for a boyfriend, the better
chance he had, speaking percentages and statistics, of actually
having someone who liked him. The wider a flower blooms, the easier
it is for it to be pollinated…or something like that.

It seemed to him that
the best way was to tell some gossipers on both sides of the gender
line. From what little he knew of the social pecking order, he
decided upon Pavarti and Seamus. Lavender was the real gossiper, but
Pavarti would, of course, tell her best friend and her sister, which
would allow for cross-house-contamination of the news. Seamus would
tell everyone, so no worries there.

He wondered vaguely if
he should tell Harry, Ron, and Hermione face-to-face, since they were
supposed to be his closest friends, but decided against it, realizing
quite suddenly that if they were really his best friends he would
have told them about the kiss in the first place. That thought
brought on new fantasies of Ron beating up Malfoy for stealing a kiss
and humiliating his friend, and Hermione counseling Neville about his
crush, helping him past his obsession before it began, then helping
him with his homework. But he wasn't as close to the "Golden
Trio" as he would probably have liked to have been. He was as bad
as a groupie, clinging to the three of theirs accomplishments,
tagging along on their adventures.

So, now that he'd
picked who he was going to tell it was time to figure out how to tell
them. He had to figure out how to tell Seamus without him thinking
Neville was hitting on him, and he had to tell Pavarti without her
thinking he was creepy and suddenly trying to be friends with her.

The next day, thinking
hard about what he should do, still fiddling with his collar and tie
as he walked down the stairs, he glanced over at Pavarti and
Lavender. The two were idly talking over a couple cinnamon buns they
grabbed from breakfast. It was Saturday, and no need to rush to any
class. Neville noticed that Pavarti was wearing a gold shirt, instead
of the uniform white, which blended with the gold stripes in her tie,
and made the maroon stripes stand out. That's so cool! Neville
found himself grinning in appreciation, when a thought occurred to
him.

"Wow, Pavarti, that's
so cool!" Neville grinned at her, gesturing with his hand at her
shirt.

Pavarti looked down at
her self, and smiled with pride.

"Yes, I've had this
shirt for ages, but this morning I thought, 'It's Saturday, why
not break the dress code just a little?'" She beamed up at him.

"I'm glad you did,
it looks so…" Neville tried to think of the gayest way to say it,
"it just makes the maroon stripes pop!"

Pavarti and Lavender
exchanged knowing looks.

"Would you like to
wear a shirt like Pavarti's, Neville?" Lavender asked him
would-be-casually.

"Well…I guess…"
Neville answered slowly, wondering where he should take this. Looking
at both their faces, he could see the seed had been planted and was
easily taking root, so why not be himself?

"I don't think
something like that would look good on me" he answered honestly,
"not much really does"

"Nonsense, Neville!"
Pavarti cried, as if he'd insulted fashion it's self, "everyone
has a look that looks best on them!"

"Well, if there's
one for me, I haven't found it" he decided to turn up the gay
just a tad "sometimes I look in the robes shops at all those cute
clothes knowing I'll never be able to wear things like that." and
why not a little revenge as well "I envy Malfoy, he's like the
king of velour and silver cloak pins."

"Oh, I know!"
Lavender agreed, "he's always dressed to the nines in the latest
fashions, the jerk."

"I hate it."
Pavarti said with a huff, "it's not fair for a guy to be prettier
than most girls and then have the money to be more fashionable as
well!"

"He does it to keep
his playing field wide open," Neville couldn't believe how much
he was enjoying this, "He's shagged almost half the school. Girl
or boy, he doesn't care."

"Well, probably
everyone except Harry" Pavarti giggled.

"Oh, yes, not Harry."
Lavender giggled too. The girls had met eyes and were giggling to a
secret joke that Neville was ignorant of.

"Well, I guess we
could, I think he might appreciate it…" The both looked at him
and giggled.

"Tell me what?"
Neville didn't like this new world he'd been sucked into. Pavarti
patted the chair next to her and Neville sat between the two girls.

"Well, it's easy
enough to say that both Harry and Malfoy are hot, right?" Pavarti
asked, and Neville suddenly got the same feeling he did when Snape
asked him a question he thought he knew the answer too, which made
him think it was a trick question.

"I guess so…"
they both raised their eyebrows at him "yes, okay, they're both
quite fit, what about it?"

The girls giggled
again, happily.

"Well, Malfoy is so
obviously leaning towards the gay side" You have no idea,
thought Neville "so don't you think it would be
oh-so-completely delicious to see the two of them together?"
Lavender asked him.

"It's that whole
'yin-yang' thing" Pavarti said, expanding the thought on their
reasoning.

Neville felt his brain
melt. Images of Harry and Malfoy together swam through his mind,
squirming, lean bodies in tangled sheets, pale fingers running
through jet-black hair, pink mouth kissing and licking at stark
tan-lines, green eyes looking down hungrily, the carnal fight for
power over the other. When he came back to reality, Pavarti and
Lavender were watching him closely.

"I can honestly say I
may never look at Harry quite the same again."

The two girls laughed.

------

Leaving the common
room, and rather proud of himself for coming out so casually to the
female half of the school, Neville went in search of the half he was
more interested in, to inform. He really was pretty worried about
seeing Harry in the Great Hall; the images had been so vivid. On his
way to his destination, however, they began to warp into something
new. Neville was in his usual dominant role over the greedy
bottom!Malfoy, but now Harry was there as
well. The two of them used Malfoy's body for a while, but then it
changed, and Neville was being pleasured by the two of them at once.
Both Harry and Malfoy had become total nelly bottoms, and they were
crawling all over Neville's naked body. He found Harry's lips and
began to kiss him heartily, groping at his arse while Malfoy sucked
him off.

He made a pit stop at
the boy's bathroom before continuing to breakfast.

------

Neville had learned
from his encounter with Pavarti and Lavender, that the best way to
come out effective was to act as though everyone already knew it.
Judging by the way the two behaved, he figured they had had their
previous suspicious, and when he'd started acting 'properly'
they just went with it. He wondered if this sort of behavior might
work towards his advantage with Seamus as well. Honesty might very
well be the best policy.

In the Great Hall,
Neville spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione packed in close together
talking about something or the other. He knew it was probably
something he wanted to know, but if they needed anyone's help, they
would inform him eventually. So, instead of heading straight towards
the newest object of his fantasies, he sat down near to Dean and
Seamus.

"Hey, Neville, why
the long face?" Dean asked, not seeming even a tad empathetic.

"It's just…Do you
mind if I ask you two for some advice?" Neville suddenly found
himself very nervous. He was going to tell Seamus and Dean that he
fancied Malfoy, they'd kill him! No, perhaps it was best not to
mention names. Just say it's a bloke, and leave it at that.

"Sure, Neville."
Seamus accepted pleasantly, passing him a plate of toast, which
Neville took and began spreading liberally with strawberry jam.

"Well, I…" He
gulped, looking up at the boys, who were peering in at him in great
interests.

"What is it,
Neville?" Seamus prodded. When Neville shook his head to try and
regain composure, Dean added, "Merlin, it must be serious."

"Here's an even
more important question" Seamus said through a mouth crammed with
cinnamon buns, "why are you asking us for advice? Why not Harry or
Hermione? They're the brain of this outfit."

"Yeah," Dean nodded
towards his friend, and then back at Neville "why not them?"

"Cause…it just
wouldn't be a good idea, is all." Neville sighed, he didn't
like where this was going, maybe he should just back out while he
still could, "you know, on second thought, it's not that big of a
deal, and you probably don't care, so I'll just be going." He
stood to leave, but Seamus caught his arm.

"Listen, mate," he
said seriously, "the five of us, we're like family. Us five, the
Gryffindor boys of our year. You won't tell Harry, and I don't
blame you for not asking Ron for advice, so if you can't tell Dean
and me, who can you tell?"

Dean nodded in
agreement at Seamus' words, and a bit moved by the speech, Neville
sat back down.

"Alright, but you
can't tell anybody"

"We won't."

"No, seriously, you
can't tell anybody" Neville was completely forgetting his
plan of letting the school know he was gay, right now it seemed that
he might actually get some advice about how to end things with
fantasy!Malfoy once and for all.

"Of course not,
Neville, come out with it!" Neville gulped at those words.

"Well, as it
happens…I've got this crush…on a bloke…" He looked up to
see their reactions. Both had slightly raised eyebrows, but Seamus
seemed mildly amused, and Dean didn't seem to care that much at
all, "Alright, well…it's not really a good thing, 'cause I
know he doesn't fancy me at all, but I can't stop thinking about
him…"

Suddenly, a crash came
from the right, and Neville peered around Seamus' shoulder to see
that Harry had accidentally or on purpose knocked his plate full of
food, his goblet, and all his silverware off the table. He was
glaring down at his hand, which had a small cut on it. Seamus and
Dean watched the scene the way children watch their parents fight,
quiet, stepping back, praying it ends soon. However, when Harry
rushed out of the Great Hall past where he was sitting, Neville
reached out and tried to comfort his friend, who just tugged ahead
until he was free, the same as if his sleeve had been caught on a
thorny vine.

Neville settled back
into his seat, and turned back to Seamus and Dean, who were watching
him with renewed interest. It was the same look of revelation Pavarti
and Lavender had worn, but this time Neville could not figure out
about what.

"Keep going Neville,"
Dean encouraged, his voice suddenly soft, as though comforting a lost
child, "have you told him that you like him?"

"Yeah, look," Dean
pointed to where Ron and Hermione were still seated, talking quietly,
"they're not even trying to go after him, you should. You know,
find out where he is, comfort him."

"B-but…I…I
don't…" Neville sputtered.

"Nah, see here, mate"
Seamus stood, dragging Neville from his seat, "go after him now, or
you'll never catch him. He's wicked fast, you know."

With a push from
Seamus, Neville was running from the Great Hall. Why am I doing
this? It wasn't Harry he fancied, it was Malfoy! Most of him
didn't seem to care, however, as he continued to race around,
trying for all the places he could think of that Harry might go.

He didn't find him in
the dormitory, the astronomy tower, the owlery, or the Room of
Requirement. He even knocked on Hagrid's door to see if Harry might
have hid out there. He hadn't, and now Hagrid was rather upset.
'don't worry,' Neville had told him 'I think I know where he
might be.' The truth was, of course, that he had no idea where
Harry might be, and there was only one place left to check, and it
wasn't really a place he expected Harry to go. It was where Neville
went when he was hiding.

The greenhouses were
the most peaceful place at Hogwarts, as far as Neville was concerned.
It stayed so warm, even in the winter, and in the hotter months of
the year, he was easily comfortable next to the "breeze bushes"
which spun their vines like a fan. Today was one of those comfortably
warm days, which meant it would be a tad warmer inside, just enough
so that he could take off his shirt and walk around in only his
trousers and an undershirt. Inside, that's exactly what he did,
shedding his shirt and heading straight for his extra credit project
Professor Sprout had set up for him. They were enchanted bonsais,
which grew especially beautiful if pruned correctly, but grew extra
fast and rather unappealing if done incorrectly. Concentrating all
his thoughts and magic on the image of the perfect bonsai in his
head, Neville leaned over the tiny green trees, tiny scissor-like
shears at the ready. He was about to trim the first out-of-place
limb, when he heard the unmistakable, and painful to any gardener,
sound of a clay planter falling to the ground and cracking open. He
cringed, and looked over at the poor acid-spitting hibiscus. Neville
froze in shock as his watery brown eyes met with deep green ones.

"Ah…oh…merlin….Neville,
I'm sorry!" Harry stooped down to try and retrieve the shards.

"that's okay…Harry!
Wait, don't!" Neville lunged himself at Harry, ripping him away
from the acid, coming from a very aggravated flower.

Neville spun around to
see Harry pulling at his shirt and tie hurriedly.

"W-what is…"

"Some of it got one
me! Shit! Shit! Shit!" Harry was frantically getting his tie off,
tugging at the spot on his stomach, where sickly-looking pink acid
was beginning to burn through his undershirt.

Neville had only a few
moments to register how many fantasies had not only involved, but
would later involve the action, before he was running over to Harry
and ripping his shirt open forcefully. Buttons flew everywhere, in
fact one hit Neville's right cheek, but he had no time to think of
this either, because the undershirt had to be removed as well, before
the acid burnt Harry's skin. Harry was much more helpful with this,
raising his arms above his head and letting Neville peel it off him.

"Why in hell do they
keep such dangerous plants in a school greenhouse?!" Harry scoffed,
staring down at his speedily disintegrating clothing on the floor.

Neville didn't
answer, he was too busy taking in all that the urgency of the last
few moments had kept hidden from him. Harry was slender, much more so
than Neville, but not in the girly way he supposed Malfoy was. He had
vaguely defined muscles, and the prettiest nipples he'd ever seen.
It was a silly thought, to say the least, but he couldn't help it.
Neville had always considered the idea of Malfoy's bright pink
nipples to be the most desirable, but he had to say something for the
tanned skin, and light beige/red nubs of Harry's.

Harry turned to Neville
with a morose look on his face.

"What am I going to
do? I can't walk back through the halls like this?" He stretched
his arm around, scratching the back of his neck, and running his hand
through his hair idly.

"Thanks Neville!"
Harry said brightly, going over to where the other boy's discarded
dress shirt was, "don't worry, I'm used to my clothes being a
little big" He bent down to retrieve the shirt, and Neville felt a
twitch in his pants at such a lovely view of Harry bum. So
preoccupied by the view, he was, that it took him a few moments to
realize that the bespectacled boy was struggling.

It seemed that
Neville's shirt had snagged in the rather docile, Chinese
trap-dragon. Harry was pulling rather vigorously, not knowing,
Neville was sure, that it would only make the plant clamp down
harder.

"Here, Harry, let me
show you…" Neville stepped forward, standing directly behind
Harry, and lacing his fingers with the other boy's, guided his hand
to push the garment toward and then up and away from the persnickety
shrub. Neville gasped suddenly, as the two stood up straight and
Harry's bare back pressed against Neville's almost-bare chest.

"Neville…" Harry
turned slightly, holding the shirt awkwardly and staring at his
friend in that analyzing, questioning way that he had. They were so
close that Neville could feel breath coming from Harry's pink,
soft-looking lips.

Oh, what the hell, you
only live once, right?

Neville leaned in and
pressed a tentative kiss on those lips. They were soft, warm, and a
tad damp, and decidedly nothing like his first kiss. Neville let his
hand brush a tiny strand of Harry's hair out of his face before
finally pulling back…

Much to Neville's
surprise, the other boy wasn't moving at all. Harry was just
standing there, fingers gently touching his lips in pure shock. He
look up into the larger boy's eyes with blank astonishment, as
though trying to read Neville without giving anything of himself
away. Neville let it happen, he could never hide his emotions very
well anyhow, he wasn't one of those people or plants that had a
gooey center hidden by thorns, he was gooey all over.

"Harry, I…"

"That was my…first
kiss with…a guy…"

"I really…uh…"

"I never even thought
about it before…kissing a guy."

"Merlin, I'm so
sorry…" Neville kneaded his head with the heal of his hand. It
was as bad as Malfoy, stealing someone's first kiss, even if it
wasn't completely Harry's first kiss.

"N-no, it's okay"

Neville dropped his
hand and stared at Harry, who was looking at his feet, hands jammed
into his pockets. Above all else, Neville had never really allowed
himself to hope. He had always assumed that it would all go wrong in
the end. Even his little coming out plan, he knew that when Gran
found out she'd either disown him, or try to set him up with some
"nice boy" or whatever. There were a million other ways it could
have gone wrong otherwise, for sure, too. Now, however, Neville found
himself really and truly hoping that Harry would look at him and he
would know something, even if it was bad, know that Harry liked him
or didn't or something, but he really, truly hoped that he did. He
hoped beyond hope that Harry would look up and say…

"I…didn't mind."
The raven-haired boy said so softly that Neville, caught in his
thoughts, almost didn't hear it.

Harry took a baby step
forward, and Neville could feel his whole body shaking, reaching out
to lay his hand on the shorter boy's shoulder. Neville took a step
closer, as Harry did the same. They were so close now that Neville
could feel their breath mingling.

"Harry," he
whispered, "I would like to…could i…kiss you…again?"

Harry gave a short sort
of nod, and Neville felt as though a surge had gone through his whole
body. He thought that this must be how flowers felt when they finally
bloomed.

Their lips met for a
second time, and Neville tilted his head to allow it to deepen, but
only if Harry wanted it to. He moved his lips, gently massaging
Harry's, which seemed to spring to life, suddenly sucking and
licking and very seriously snogging.
In this moment, Neville realized that however good Malfoy might be,
Harry was better in every single way. A person, a better friend, and
a much better kisser.

"I must be dreaming"
Harry sighed, as they pulled away, this time hold each other closely.

"you have no idea"
Neville grinned, and went back for more.

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